As soon as we were settled in at the overpriced but pretty nice Cody Hotel (I’m spoiled after last night, which was $20.00 cheaper with nicer staff), I put Calli back in the car and headed for the dog park. I had forgotten–until I saw it–that Cody boasts a brick-and-mortar Sierra Trading Post. Over the course of many many years, I have spent a small fortune at Sierra Trading Post. In fact, and I should be really embarrassed to admit this, but (and I didn’t plan it this way) everything I have on today except my underwear came from STP. That’s pretty pathetic. So, sorry, dog. Your Mecca must wait. This one is mine.
And! It’s dog friendly–so I went out to the car (windows open, and not hot, remember) and got the dog.
The store itself was a big letdown. They did have a newer version of a leash that I love but is now not so functional. So Calli got a present. But the cute clothes were all huge. I saw almost nothing small, at least nothing I’d ever put on my back. And the shoes were all small. Or ugly. Or both. Oh well. Just as well since I don’t need anything. It was fun to go.
On to the dog park. The Cody Dog Park is amazing. Three areas, one for little dogs (with the kind of height marker you see for rides at amusement parks: if your dog is taller than this, keep out), one for the general population and one that leads right to the river. I took a lot of great pictures, but except for these two they are all mostly of my finger (sunglasses and iphone don’t mix):
Calli had a blast. We stayed over an hour. She ran around as if she hadn’t run in weeks. Oh. Yeah. Right. She hasn’t had much of a chance to run in weeks. But we were just in Downieville and she did get to play there… She was filthy and needed a real scrubbing when we got back. And now she is racked.
Next stop, Albertson’s for some fruit, veggies and a microwave organic frozen Sriracha Chicken (hey, I have a microwave, so …). It was not bad.
Final Stop: the dog park recommended Libations, reputed to have the best selection of whisky. (After I filled my flask, Jon got the rest of the last bottle, not that I have to tell you that, but still.) They had Blantons:
So Calli had her romp, I have dinner and a bourbon, and all is well with the world.
